I'm feeling mighty proud of this little website that I've built. It's taken a bit of polishing to make it feel just right. But even so, when I sit down to write, I feel frozen.

I recognize this "freeze" as a larger pattern in my life - something that I've carried around with me since childhood. It's a part of me that interjects little thoughts about what I'm doing, presumably to make sure I am accepted. It sounds like:

• "That's too personal to put on the internet."
• "Another post about your mental health? Yikes."
• "I don't know... this writing isn't that good."

Yeah, I know.

I've written before about how helpful it feels for me to do things that are hard without perfectionism. And I know that these things take practice. Who knows, maybe I'll have to write twenty more blog posts about how writing blog posts feels scary before I fully let this go. I'm okay with that.